Poem -
reaching
....and what of grasses long deprived
where earths have bare no grain of use
when come the rains,
the rains deluge,
as heavens washed of grey and blue,
those lemming burrows shallow twine,
as key to lock,
give way to root,
where from they lay,
a deepest sleep,
and from decay seed springs anew....
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Beautiful
thankyou :)
Hi Shondarayan,
Your beautiful words bring music to my ears
Natures' evolution is alive and well
The seeds of change are everlasting
The pendulum still swings
Welcome to Cosmo my gifted friend.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
thank you for the warm welcome brother
Excellent...love your work.
Thoughtful!